A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
So I was on the phone with a friend the other night and told her that I thought I was falling in love (long story, don't ask...not all has a happy ending...at least not yet). She was really excited because she said that (not in these exact words, but to the point) she was really proud of me for letting myself get to that point. I know that in her heart of hearts she didn't mean to say anything offensive, but I sort of took it that way. More than anything, it worried me that that was how she percieved me. I tend to be an extremely emotional person. I think, more than many people, I let myself get too carried away by my emotions, often. Maybe because I am aware of the power that my emotions have on my life, I overcompensate too much. But then, that worries me. Does that mean that to the rest of the world I appear to be an emotionless, cold person? I certainly hope not.
Last summer when I was in Spain, I called a friend after a particularly liberating experience and she told me that she thought I was one of the (well, I actually don't remember what she said...)...but something along the lines of me being emotional, sensual, etc...and I agreed with her. I guess she wasn't surprised by the situation, but then this friend was. Okay, I know I'm not making any sense. I wonder that it's just when people know me I become a different person. I don't know.
Anyway, that's all.